On A Mission Lyrics

On a mission- rhyming with a vision

Painting vivid pictures with words no supervision

Don't need a baby sitter prolly end up as her teacher

Rapping for the fun of it but never gon leave her

Till I hit my target money minded motivated

Hustling for the papers smoke green like we from Jamaica

Fake it till you make it thats why they hate me but they love it

Love the way i do it mehn i do it like a pro

Balling like a Mitch score goals uncle Rich

Falling for me girl baby tell me what you really need

A new verse wrote it by myself no ghost writer

Killed the beat dressed all black undertaker

Over taking all my haters cause they never love a nikka

Plus they want see me dead- motherfreaking is a lie. I'm alive

Yeah, doing what I love to do, making raps painting pictures is what i love to do

On a mission getting closer to my destination

Motivation watch me climb to my elevation

Heavenly graced and you can see it thru my eyes

They told me i would lose you better stop telling lies

I'm a faith filled believer my mind on the mula

The grind non stop all praises to Jehovah.

Mehn you only live once- so you better think twice

got me writing every night cause i need to pay the price

Tc on the beat repping for my city

I came from the streets where they never show no pity

Everybody wanna make it every man for himself

Survival of the fittest the weak don't make it outta here

That's why you see me flexing rhyming dropping cold flows

Money is the motivation as far as the street goes

And i put on for my old folks, who aint got no money phony all they do is crack jokes

I'm from the other side of perfect -still picking up the pieces

Broken vessel - broken hearted- spoken words can make you heartless

Had visions and dreams like Mr King, Martin Luther- luger's eye patch nor fit see this nigga

So solid rest in peace to the dead we gon survive

Concealed hidden out of sight but never be forgotten Hes alive

My mission in life is not merely to survive but to thrive

And live life like every moment is like my last

Thats why i blast on the beat Witnesses who heard the blast said it sounded like a bomb going off

Tc is in the building rapping like a terrorist

The feelings is like therapist im getting medicated tryna stay alive nigga

Through the darkest nights and the heaviest days

I find strength within light up my own blaze

That's what it means when i get on a beat nigga, cooking in the kitchen Tc nigga tryna eat